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BBECOMING A DRAGON Alan Macfarlane Digital Proofer Becoming a Dragon Authored by Prof Alan Macfarlane 7.0" x 10.0" (17.78 x 25.40 cm) Black & White on White paper 282 pages ISBN-13: 9781492188308 ISBN-10: 1492188301 Please carefully review your Digital Proof download for formatting, grammar, and design issues that may need to be corrected. We recommend that you review your book three times, with each time focusing on a different aspect. 1 Check the format, including headers, footers, page numbers, spacing, table of contents, and index. 2 Review any images or graphics and captions if applicable. 3 Read the book for grammatical errors and typos. Once you are satisfied with your review, you can approve your proof and move forward to the next step in the publishing process. To print this proof we recommend that you scale the PDF to fit the size of your printer paper. CONTENTS Introduction 5 Origins 1 Whence I came 13 Going to School 2 Landscapes 21 3 Material Live 26 4 Sickness and Health 33 © Alan Macfarlane 2013 5 Dormitory Life 39 Dragon Alchemy 6 Philosophy 42 7 Culture 49 8 Society 61 9 Ceremonial 75 Passing Through 10 Early Years 84 11 Paradise 95 Classwork 12 Learning 107 13 Knowledge 123 14 Geography 131 Oral Culture 15 Lectures 143 16 Speaking 151 Creating Meaning 17 Arts, Music and Performance 160 Games for Life 18 School Games and Sports 172 Private Worlds 19 Reading and Films 190 20 Entertainments and Clubs 197 2 3 Recreation 21 Autumn 203 22 Winter and All the Year Round 214 23 Crazes and Hobbies 220 INTRODUCTION Reflections 24 Reflections on Myself 224 There are several questions behind this account of my five years at the 25 Reflections on the School 239 Dragon School Oxford. One concerns who I was and how I came to be as 26 Afterwards 248 I am. So this is the autobiographical quest for personal roots and identity. A second question concerns my family and its history. It seems that I come from a well-documented and interesting family whose tentacles spread Bibliographic Note 251 across the world and can be traced in detail from the later seventeenth Visual Essay 253 century. A third question concerns England and Britain. I came back from India when I was six and encountered a new land. I needed to start to understand its distinctive history and culture. My final question concerns the British Empire. Britain was just the small hub of a great empire for more than a century. The British created this empire, but equally it created Britain. It has a very distinctive character which makes it different from other empires in the way it worked and imagined itself. I am particularly interested in what held it together and how the identity of those who were involved with it, such as my ancestors, was constructed. 1 Knitting all these questions together is an interest in how we are educated, in the broadest sense. So this book is part of a larger project to understand in a comparative way how education works around the world, and in particular in England and China. * I seem to have been interested in the evocation of memory from a relatively early period in my life. This partly explains why I have been reluctant to throw anything away. From my teens I had the idea that I would try to construct an ‘archive’ of my life and perhaps that of my relatives. So I hoarded toys, photographs, letters, writings, anything I could. This desire to hold on to the past is shown in an essay that I wrote when I was eighteen entitled ‘The past’. I shall just include the first paragraph to show my awareness, even then, of the importance of memory. ‘People often find tremendous pleasure in reliving the pleasures of past events, partly as I have already explained, because they are surveying it from a safe peak of knowledge. It is only when we are not fully conscious, however that we can be truly transported there again and feel every emotion that we once felt. We must not worship the past. It is dangerous to idealise it, and useless to live continually in it. It can be utilized as a 4 5 springboard to the future, and for those who have had an unhappy life it things differently; it is inhabited by half-familiar ghosts of one’s younger self may be the dim backcloth to the glorious future, but that is all.’ who seem disconnected strangers, yet are also part of oneself There is a comment by my teacher in red ink at the end: ‘One angle left This again emphasizes the good fortune of having the photographs, out – the aged. What does it feel like, I wonder when all the major letters and other documents. There are clearly some people who seem to experiences of one’s life lie in the past? The sole adventure left, death.’ As be able to remember their early years in vivid detail – Lord Berners, Roald I read this fifty years later it seems a pertinent remark. Dahl, W.H. Hudson, Naomi Mitchison, Muriel Spark to name but a few. I cannot do this and would never have felt it worth attempting this study of a * growing boy if it had not been for the chance survival of these documents, the ‘paper trail’ as it is now called in our audit-ridden culture. In constructing this book I first wrote down everything I thought I could Without the contemporary photographs, letters, diaries, school reports remember about this period when I was aged six to thirteen. I then and other materials, I would be like an anthropologist who had done checked this against the diaries, letters and school reports. This has thrown fieldwork in another society some sixty years ago and had destroyed all the some light on the way in which my memory works. It shows that for this fieldnotes. It would be an impossible task to write the ethnographic and period, or at least before I was ten, without supporting documentation anthropological account without the primary materials. almost everything would be irretrievable. There would be just a very few Yet even with these sources, one needs constantly to remember that lightning flashes of memory, usually moments of high excitement or pain each of them is biased. Just to take one example, an over-riding first or effort. A.C. Benson beautifully describes these isolated moments. impression is of how insular the letters were. While Indian Independence ‘Early impressions are like glimpses seen through the window by night and its aftermath rocked India, the Cold War and the Korean War when lightning is about. The flash leaps out without visible cause or rekindled fears of nuclear war in the late 1940s and early 1950s. These warning, and the blackness lifts for a second revealing the scene, the criss- events, let alone the two elections which took place in Britain, there is only cross of the rods of rain, the trees shining with moisture.... So it is with a small amount in the documents suggesting that they impinged on us. memory; my early blinks are exceedingly vivid, but they are sundered, and Yet I soon realized that, along with a slightly head-in-the-sand attitude though the passage of time does not dim them, as it dims the more fading which my mother admits to, there were also good reasons for this. Personal impressions of later life, they do not form part of a continuous picture.’2 letters and diaries are not usually where you will find discussion of A second thing I have found is how faulty memory is, not usually in the international or national politics or events – unless they directly impinge on experience itself, but in the surrounding details of when or where the event plans. This is worth remembering. The sources I have, like all historical occurred or who was involved. I have re-contextualized many memories, documents, create a bias - in this case away from the general to the when I caught my first fish at Oxford, when I learnt to cycle, when I stole particular. from my grandfather. I have also had to revise my whole assessment of the Another bias lies in the letters that I wrote to my parents and degree to which I was unhappy at the Dragon School. grandparents. Addressing an adult, especially when one is still learning to What I regret is that even with the detail in the documents, so little new control language, can lead into a kind of writing which conceals as much as memory has been triggered. I have sometimes managed to capture again it shows. How much of my own views and voice comes out of the letters, the ambient smells, sounds and feelings surrounding a photograph or a especially those written within the scrutiny of the Dragon School? I don’t letter. Yet very often I feel I may be forcing or imposing memories now notice much difference in my letters from home and from school to my that I know an event happened. For, on the whole, I can recall very little of parents. even major events of that time, like going to India for my eleventh birthday holiday, or singing in ‘Iolanthe’ when I was twelve. * Yet gazing at my past as it unrolls in photos and comments it seems mainly to be the life of a slightly familiar stranger. I feel a little affinity, The English preparatory school is a very unusual institution and it is some ghostly overlap. Yet mostly it seems to be a different person. I difficult to analyze it from within. Though a number of authors have used a recognize the little boy as someone I knew a very long time ago but have scattering of letters and diaries of preparatory school children, these are almost now forgotten. The past is not just a foreign country where they do usually used illustratively and from a wide variety of different children, different schools and different periods in order to create a collage. This is a useful approach, but it is different from this account. 2 A.C. Benson, As We Were: a Victorian Peepshow (Penguin edn., 2001), 67. 6 7 In searching through my papers I have found over a hundred letters I school as it was in my time. For the first two years of my time there, there wrote from the Dragon to my parents and grandparents. We were required are also our weights, and throughout there is a complete inventory of all to write each week, so there should have been at least 150 letters. To still the boys and their classes, sets and even home addresses. have perhaps two thirds of those I wrote (there are only five for my first year, but thereafter they are fairly complete) was encouraging. These were ** supplemented by another source which has seldom been integrated into a systematic study of letters from a boarding school. These are the letters The book is based on letters all of which are in italics. Extracts from from parents and grandparents. The letters were written mainly by my these letters are often relevant in more than one context. I have tried to mother between 1950 and 1955.. They are supplemented by her detailed eliminate multiple uses of the same extract, but I have allowed some and observant letters to my father when they were apart (he was a tea repetition in the interests of providing as rich a contemporary basis for the planter in Assam) about her visits to me and my progress. book as possible. I have also tried to eliminate as much overlap between My mother’s letters and other sources also allowed me to reconstruct the world of the school and my independent account of home life. the context of home life while I was at the Dragon. I realized that we Occasionally, however, it is necessary to repeat material in the two different cannot understand children in their boarding context without also contexts. understanding their family and home life, as well as their earlier childhood. My letters were written between the ages of seven and thirteen. They My life in the period between six and thirteen in the periods when I was are not always easy to interpret. There is much strange spelling, omitted not at the Dragon dovetailed with the school experience. It is described in punctuation and odd grammar, though some readers have noted that my a companion volume to this, Dorset Days, which shows how much my spelling is much improved when I am writing about games, perhaps experience and imagination bridged the two parallel worlds, as well as my because I really enjoyed that part of my letters. parents’ life in India. I have attempted to steer a middle course between making the letters These letters allowed me to re-enter the mind of the growing child, comprehensible through the correction, insertion or expansion of some filtered, of course, by convention, reticence, assumptions about the words [in square brackets], and leaving them as much as possible in the interests of the receivers of the letters, yet nevertheless recording much of form that they reached our parents. This, it is hoped, will give a feeling for the daily life of childhood in a detail which it would be impossible to schoolboy writing of the time. Frequently, for example, ‘the’ should be remember. They allowed me to examine what struck me at the time, what ‘there’, ‘one’ and ‘won’ are interchangeable and there are very often was significant, the biases and assumptions of childhood. omissions of a comma or full stop. Often, when a word looks strange, it is a The contemporary letters in two directions are supplemented by several good idea to say it aloud, for it is phonetically correct, even if the spelling is other contemporary sources which give depth to the analysis. School not standard. I have also in quite a few cases inserted an editorial dash [ – ] reports are occasionally referred to in the literature on preparatory schools, where a passage in the original letter is innocent of all punctuation but I know of no systematic analysis of an almost complete series relating to a child. The Dragon school took reports seriously. I have the full termly * reports for all but one of the fifteen terms I was at the school and also several dozen of the less detailed, but revealing, fortnightly reports which One particular difficulty is that of reinterpreting the contemporary we sent home. materials with the use of hindsight and hence distorting the meaning. It is A further source of relevant background is the unusually detailed easy to be wise after the event and to allocate praise or blame, to smooth accounts published in the termly school magazine, The Draconian. In out contradictions or to find premonitions of later events. I have tried as particular, the Term Notes by C.H. Jacques, which he later used as the far as possible to refrain from retrospective speculations. And I have also basis for his 'Centenary History of the Dragon', are insightful and amusing. tried to refrain from the anachronistic practice of judging past times by the They constitute a diary of the school while I was there. The 'Term Notes' values of the present. It would be easy to condemn casual snobbery or are complemented by much else in the 'Draconian'. For example, there are racism expressed at times, or just smugness and complacency. This is accounts of debates, sermons, visits, plays, films, games, many of them unhelpful and often unfair unless we fully think ourselves back into a extremely detailed, although they are, of course, written by and reflect the different age with its special pressures and assumptions. perceptions of the staff and not the Dragons. The magazine also contained Yet the text needs some framework of interpretation, some hypotheses some photographs, which complement some early picture postcards of the to lift it above the level of merely a narrative of loosely connected pieces of 8 9 information. I have tried to do this within the context of the two major focusing on just my account, this version fits into my more personal, over-arching changes of those years. One is the huge societal shift of the ongoing, autobiographical project. My five years at the Dragon School is 1950s as the effects of the Second World War diminished. My infancy was only a part of a more general autobiographical and biographical account. lived in the war and our life at the Dragon was still under the shadow of The period before we came back to England will be dealt with in a volume that war. The second is the rapid dismemberment of the British Empire provisionally titled ‘Indian Infancy’. The parallel life at home from 1947- begun in the decade after 1947. The largest empire in history was set free 1955 is published in Dorset Days. I hope to continue the story through my in an amazingly short time. This also altered the type of schooling I was years at Sedbergh (1955-60) and Oxford University (1960-66) in later starting to receive. volumes. * * The book I have written is a period piece and also an account of a This is a collaborative project and I would like to thank those who have rather special school. This has both advantages and disadvantages. It helped. I would e would particularly like to thank Jamie and the late Flip means that the school cannot be held to be representative of preparatory Bruce Lockhart, Sarah Harrison and Loulou Brown for their very careful boarding establishments of that time. On the other hand, the Dragon and constructive comments. Three Dragon contemporaries read all or appears to us to be interesting both in the way it was run and in the kind of much of the book and made numerous useful comments: Jake Mermagen, pupils it recruited and what it made of them. John and Harry Machin. Various other Dragon friends, including Anna The school was founded on concepts which went against much of the Biddle, Christopher Penn, Stephen Grieve, Tom Stanier and Patrick educational philosophy of late Victorian imperial education, even if it also Lepper, made helpful observations. Gay Sturt, archivist at the Dragon, retained some of an earlier Edwardian tradition of boarding schools in supplied much advice and material. I also thank the headmaster of the which our teachers had been reared. Unlike St. Cyprian’s of the early Dragon School for kind permission to publish material from the school twentieth century as described by some of its old boys, including Cyril archive. The work is part of a wider project comparing high quality Connolly and George Orwell, the school tried to overcome some of the education in China and England, kindly supported by the Kai Feng traumas of this kind of socialization. It formed a bridge between the Scholars Program. muscular Christian, imperialist, attitudes of the aftermath of Thomas Arnold through to our modern, post-imperial, world. It is also an interesting school because of the later distinction of a considerable number of its former pupils in a wide variety of fields. The Dragon has helped to shape our national life and it is now helping to educate new elites who are sending their children to it from China, Japan, India and elsewhere. * This is a shortened version of parts of Dragon Days, a book written jointly with Jamie Bruce Lockhart and published in 2012. That work is over twice the length of this account, for it contains the letters of two other boys, Jamie and his brother Sandy. Those who would like the full and detailed account and analysis of the school through the eyes of three boys can use that account. When it was necessary to re-publish the book in 2013 it occurred to me that it might be helpful to split off my writing. Some have found the immense detail of the full account somewhat overwhelming. Furthermore, it becomes a book about a school, rather than any one individual. By 10 11 1 WHENCE I CAME ORIGINS My ancestors seem to have been at the outward edge of many of the waves of predatory expansion of the British Empire. My eleventh generation James ancestors were among the first to settle in Jamaica and Colonel Richard James was supposedly the first English child to be born there in 1655. The James family prospered on Jamaica and a distant branch still owned an estate there until the 1920s. My own fourth generation great grandfather was a Chancery lawyer in Jamaica. He finally left for England in 1837, three years after the ending of slavery. His children were sent home with his wife to be educated in England and essentially to become English. He invested in land in the newly opened settlement of South Australia on behalf of his three sons, and one of his grandsons went to India where my grandfather, William Rhodes-James, was born in 1886 in Coonor amidst the Nilgiri coffee estates. After school in England and Sandhurst, my grandfather was commissioned into the Indian Army. By the time he met my grandmother Violet Swinhoe, he was working as an Intelligence Officer on the Burma-China frontier. The Swinhoe branch was reputedly descended from Viking raiders in Northumbria, where there is a village of that name. We have traced them back to the eighteenth century when they were lawyers in Calcutta. I have visited their impressive graves in the Old Park Street graveyard in Calcutta and seen the street named after them in that city. One distant cousin went to China in the middle of the nineteenth century and a Chinese pheasant is Alan (seated on the ground, right) and his family in 1951 named after him. In the later nineteenth century Rodway Swinhoe discovered a potentially lucrative niche in a new frontier of Empire, upper Burma, where he practised as a lawyer in Mandalay for over thirty years. It was in upper Burma that my grandmother was born in 1896. Much of British life from the eighteenth to twentieth centuries was essentially a system of what anthropologists might call cyclical nomadic predation. This depended on two poles. Britain was the base, the emotional, social and political core, and the family home. Here the children were sent to school and perhaps on to university or at least to some kind of finishing or training institution. It was also here that those from the colonies would retire and become grandparents and carers for the young sent home from abroad. Going abroad was a stage. Some stayed on in remote hill stations and elsewhere, but the great majority came back to 12 13 what they considered to be their real home. children have shed a tear – it was a brilliant notion of yours to leave the In such cyclical movements, the boarding school became an essential presents and Alan has lived as a conductor ever since. He turned white mechanism. Such schools were part of an internal system for encouraging after hearing you on the telephone and again when your letter came this social mobility by converting money into status and training the middle morning as we waited for the postman before he went to school… classes for professions within Britain. They were also a mechanism for indoctrinating, disciplining and training those who would become the ** colonizers to make their fortunes around the world. My family participated in this pattern from the eighteenth century onwards, various branches My progress at kindergarten in the two-and-a-half years before I went to sending their children home to school to learn how to be English. My the Dragon is described in the companion volume, Dorset Days, based being sent to the Dragon was one of the last instances of this many- largely on termly reports and my mother’s letters. The over-all impression generational pattern. from the reports is that I enjoyed my school, tried hard, was generally liked, was enthusiastic and not too miserable. There is no talk of any ** problems or sadness, some cheerfulness and helpfulness and popularity. It is a different picture to that of my mother on her first return two years I was born in Shillong, Assam in December 1941. My first five years later, for she found me very difficult, if endearing, at times. For example, in were spent in India as the Second World War rolled to the edges of the July before I went to the Dragon she wrote: Alan is my chief headache, Assam and I ended my time in India for a few brief months on a tea estate. noisy rude and disobedient, bullying Fiona incessantly and yet the fear of In an autobiographical essay written at the age of eighteen I commented parting from him is haunting me. He is so frightfully sensitive and is going that ‘My first recollections are of a slightly unhappy childhood. My parents to suffer so at school. were in India, my father in the army, and so we did not live a settled life. It is clear that in the two years of preparation for the Dragon I was There always seemed to be something wrong with my tummy (later I learnt covering quite a wide range of the subjects I would then go on to study it was acidosis) and once I broke my arm. At the age of five I came home there. What were missing were languages, particularly Latin and French. to England, and then I did not remember much, except that I was seasick That was the largest change academically in content. It is also clear that I most of the way home, and that my youngest sister was given a little stove was just about average in ability. The reports were moderately good, but I for her birthday.’ My mother later told me that I formed a strong was always at least half a year older than the average age, and I seem to friendship with the sweeper’s son in Assam but the Urdu I spoke and have stayed in transition – with a brief move up. Early signs of ability to swim were to vanish almost immediately I returned to England mathematical ability, which my mother hopefully noted, were not borne with my father, mother and my two younger sisters, Fiona and Anne, in out in later reports. My best subjects were geography and nature study. My April 1947. worst were, as my mother noted, that I was very slow in reading and The warmth, both physical and emotional, the brilliance of the writing. landscape and the freedom which I think I remember from those first five The best way to introduce my family is by analysing the photograph years made the shock of coming home to North Oxford at the end of the reproduced at the start of this chapter. This shows the important relatives coldest winter of the twentieth century, with wartime rationing and very in my life at the end of my first year at the Dragon in summer 1951. limited coal supplies, all the greater. My mother stayed in England for Starting at the top left, it shows my Uncle Robert, Uncle Richard, Father, eighteen months and then left me and my elder sister Fiona at home when Grandfather, Grand-mother, Uncle Billy, sister Anne, Mother, Sister I was aged six and three quarters. Fiona, Alan. I remember that parting vaguely as one of those Kiplingesque moments My grandparents, with whom I spent much of my time in England – the delight I felt as I woke the morning after she had kissed me to sleep before coming to the Dragon, and the majority of my school holidays while and discovered a small present at the foot of the bed quickly evaporating there, were neither of them formally academically inclined. Yet they had a into a desperate feeling of loneliness and separation which has remained number of qualities and experiences which meant that they could support with me ever since. The incident is described in a letter written shortly after me well. My grandfather, William Rhodes-James had been a distinguished my parent’s departure, with the soothing initial words of my grandmother army officer in Burma and India and had won a Military Cross and an contradicted by her description of my reaction to a phone call and letter. O.B.E. He was an excellent linguist, a lover of poetry, an avid reader and a My darling Iris – You must not be hurt when I tell you that neither of the lovely gentleman who encouraged me in every way. 14 15 My grandmother Violet was a force of nature. She was highly intelligent, still at Sedbergh during these years. So he was at home for school holidays strong willed, perennially optimistic, warm and imaginative, an excellent with me and my sister Fiona. He became a distinguished academic and artist (one of the youngest ever students at the Academy Schools) and a politician, a Fellow of All Souls, a Member of Parliament for Cambridge, very good actress and singer. They had themselves both been away in and the author of many books. When young he was keen on sports and boarding schools when young and had supported my three uncles through before I went to the Dragon taught me how to play football, cricket and boarding preparatory schools and then public schools, so they knew that other skills which made a huge difference when I went to the school. He world well. They looked after me excellently, playing with me, encouraging taught me how to lose at games, how to try my hardest, how to sing me in every way, and gave me much love and support, and I owe an musicals. He was highly imaginative and had a wide range of toys which he enormous amount to them. I never remember that they were ever cruel, generously shared with me. He never bullied or put pressure on me, unjust or unpleasant to me. despite the fact that I and my sister Fiona took away much of his mother My parents were very different from each other but equally supportive. and father’s time and energy. He was a constant inspiration, and having a My father Donald Macfarlane was born in El Paso, Texas, in 1916. He had much older but non-threatening ‘brother’ was an enormous benefit for me. been sent back to boarding school at Dollar in Scotland at the age of twelve He made holidays wonderful and helped me to cope with boarding school and had been miserably homesick for his first two years. He never took to through his example. the school, despite being a first-rate athlete and rugger player, and left I was also lucky in my siblings. Fiona was with me for the time when my without any Higher School Certificates to be apprenticed to the mother first left, until I was ten. She is a remarkable person; highly engineering firm of John Brown on the Clyde. At the age of about twenty intelligent, a very gifted artist, a great reader and a remorseless thinker. She he was sent out to be an engineer on a tea plantation in Assam. During the was great fun, enormously plucky and determined, and a real friend war he joined the Assam Rifles and raised troops to fight against the through much of my life. Of course we quarrelled and my mother notes Japanese. He met my mother when he was twenty-four and very soon that I bullied her in a mild way. But she stood up to me and I was always married her. aware, as was my mother, that she was more mature and intellectually My father was a good role model – tall, very handsome, an excellent gifted than I. So I had a good younger sparring partner from whom, games player, a keen fisherman, very strong but also gentle and kind. He together with my grandmother and mother I learnt to appreciate in a non- adored my mother and was excellent with children as I noted in later years. threatening way the virtues of able women. My sister Anne was four years He was not academic, but quite a keen reader and a good painter. younger than me and I saw much less of her at this time, really only for the My mother complemented him. She had been born in Quetta, now in year in 1951 when my mother brought her back on leave, and again for my Pakistan, in 1922 and sent home very young. She was small, with a polio- last year at the Dragon. She was less academic than Fiona, but a keen damaged leg, good-looking and highly gifted. She was sent to six or seven sportsperson and close to my father. I seem to have got on with her fine. schools before the age of sixteen. She won an open scholarship to Oxford when she was in her last school but was not allowed to take it up and was ** sent out to India. There, at the age of eighteen, she met and married my father. She was an excellent poet, novelist, philosopher and a reasonable A few features of our life away from school are particularly relevant to painter. She wrote me wonderful letters and short stories and gave me my time at the Dragon. First, there was our class background. The family enormous encouragement and love. I never doubted her love despite the were basically upper middle class: my grandmother’s father had been a fact that she kept being forced to leave me, and much of what I am lawyer in upper Burma; my grandfather was a Lt Colonel in the Indian stemmed from learning from her. army, my uncles were schoolmasters, army officers; and one became an My three uncles, my mother’s brothers, were the other major force in MP. Further back the family had been professionals – lawyers, doctors, my life. The oldest, Billy, I did not see much as he was in the army. But military officers – and before that adventurers and slave-owners in Jamaica. the middle one, Richard, spent part of several holidays with us. He was a My father, on the other hand, though coming from a family of Scottish gentle, thoughtful, a devout Christian, a housemaster at Haileybury and a clergyman, followed his own father in training as an engineer. He then brave soldier in the war in Burma about which he wrote a book. He was became manager of various tea plantations. Taken as a whole, though always kind and encouraging to me and his car and presence enlivened my struggling, my parents, grandparents and uncles had social connections and holidays. expectations which were well in line with the kind of boys who went to the The younger brother, Robert, was only eight years older than me and Dragon. What we talked about at home, the films we went to, the interests 16 17 in sports and art, were complementary to the kind of things I learnt in letters and my memories of infancy and a re-visit, meant that the Dragon school. Yet there was something about me that was slightly different from was part of a far greater experience where space and time were stretched many Dragon boys because our family had lived for much of their past out over the whole planet and Oxford was only a tiny speck, along with outside England. I think this contributed to a slight feeling of being an Dorset and Scotland, in a greater adventure. outsider when I went to the school. Another problem was our financial position. In my account of Dorset Days I have uncovered the fact that, like many middle class families after the war, we were very short of money. The kind of upper middle class life my grandparents and parents would like to have aspired to – a pony, a car, reasonable holidays on the Continent, even a television set – were beyond us. My parents on their pay, and grandparents on an insufficient pension, were constantly worrying about money. This combined with post-war austerity made our life something of a physical struggle. Perhaps, however, this was not a bad background for going to the Dragon since the kind of material life in terms of food, heating, clothing and other things I experienced at the Dragon was not much different from that at home, though my grandmother in particular ensured that we were pretty well fed. Two particular features of our family are worth noting. One is the Scottish connection. My father was proud of his Scottish ancestry and nostalgic about parts of his upbringing. We spent summer holidays, and I spent one Christmas, in Scotland and was equally proud of my Scottish roots. This again gave me a sense of self-confidence and despite other incapacities, being small and not particularly gifted in academic work, arts and other things, I was at least a descendant of the Macfarlane clan. Another was the connection to Assam. Children live in many parallel worlds simultaneously. They may be shut away in the intense atmosphere of a boarding school, but this does not mean that they cannot remember or draw sustenance from other worlds. I drew much strength from the vibrant world of my grandparents’ home in Dorset, the games, fun, hobbies, expeditions, animals and gardening. I also drew support from the world of India that I had known until I was five and which remained alive through my mother’s vivid letters, the relics of India around me at home, and my visit at the age of eleven for the Christmas holidays. I knew that, however cold and grey and hard the world at school might sometimes seem, there was another world of colour, exotic smells, strange animals and wonderful fish-filled rivers which existed for my parents and my sisters and which, one day, I might re-visit. This is important since, for me, like many at British boarding schools, the experience was one which was meant to make us British, but not designed to crush our desire, one day, to follow our many ancestors and even our parents back to foreign lands. So we were encouraged to learn about the places where we might well end up as missionaries, doctors, lawyers, civil servants, district commissioners, or even tea planters. For me the constant allusions to India through artefacts, paintings, food, words, 18 19

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Biddle, Christopher Penn, Stephen Grieve, Tom Stanier and Patrick. Lepper . He made holidays wonderful and helped me to cope with boarding school . I never felt it was a prison, for we were at liberty to wander, and, of . Christmas term 1953 in the Term Notes: 'Even North side classroom. 25.
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